Why did it happen?
By Rachel Nemitz
How did it begin?
I once hated to be touched
By women or by men.
I felt as though every touch
Took some vital part of me
That I lost a part of being with
Each touch stolen from me.
How did it happen?
When did it begin?
I started to love touching
Wanting touching to never end.
It was a gift from my husband.
His loving, giving touch
Never made me feel diminished.
I now knew the power of touch.
I welcomed the gentle pressure
Of his warm, human hand
Saying, I love you, you’re precious
Do you understand?
It became easy to distinguish
The message of each subtle touch:
Encouragement, happiness,
I’ve missed you so much.
Now I’ve reached the golden years
And he’s no longer here
But I still cherish every touch
From those whom I hold dear.
No comments:
Post a Comment